The slingshot can still hit the enemy's hamstring in the dark of night, causing it to instantly numb.

The small arrow pierced through the forest and did not enter the enemy's body, and he screamed miserably.

The soldiers began to suspect the strangeness of the mountains and forests, and were in awe of this group of "mountain ghosts".

And Zhuang Xiaoling and the others were still silent, and immediately disappeared into the mountains and forests after the attack, looking like ghosts.

After midnight, the mountains and forests were completely quiet.

"Chief, they've all retreated to the foot of the mountain."

"Well, let the brothers rest and rest, and we can sleep for a while tonight."

"Yes!"

The temporary joy of victory diluted the afternoon fiasco, and the brothers found large bales of straw, spread them in the ditch and fell asleep.

"Chief, drink some water."

In the dark night, Zhuang Xiaoling accurately took the water handed by his younger brother and took a sip lightly.

"Is there any news from the stockade?"

"The boss is at ease, the little brother and Master Qiu have arranged it, and the villagers have a place to live."

"Rest and rest, tomorrow, I'm afraid there will be a tough battle."

The morning sun is warm, slowly penetrating into the mountains and forests, waking up the tired people.

Zhuang Xiaoling shook the straw leaves on his body, got up and walked to a bare high slope to look.

"It's as if they're gone."

The garrison below the mountain was deserted, and a few flags fluttered in the wind.

Soon there was a sentry call.

"Boss, they're attacking."

"Be careful."

Zhuang Xiaoling knew the truth that he couldn't fight hard, so he only let people ambush, use boulders, trees and bamboo branches as weapons, and rely on the advantages of An Yingshan to defend and difficult to attack.

The people under the mountain were beaten back, but it was as if they couldn't finish the fight.

"Boss, it's not good."

"What's wrong?"

"The other side is three-five-three-five, everywhere to attract our attention, roots

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